What's that smell

The ionic repeller in the ubershocks carapace was misaligned again. Cooper wasn't pleased, of course. She fairly barked at Grunke to charge the delta ceop binders, flush the counter support halo in the distance coupling and recalibrate the compression cortex in the graphical pressure cylinder. "And for Christ's sake, don't gyrate the plutonium cannon!", she screeched, reverberations pinging across the vast Great Room of the Star Ship Ignominious.

She has wavy fiery red hair. Her favourite sin is avarice. One of her hobbies is knitting. Her degrees were in Algebraic Biological Religion, Ethereal Social Medicine and Catastrophic Dance. Her tenure on Ignomious was lengthy and weird. Although she was a Major in the Terrestrial Marines, the crew called her "Cap" or "Cooper".

Appointed by Governor Gonzalo Kroash the Bright strictly on her record of unimpaired slaughter of all meats fanged, Cooper was both lucky and fated to get such a plum assignment. The crew were in pursuit of ungainly Admiral Tracy Taelya the Usurper X of Cole Slaw, accused of high crimes and crimes while high. In both cases, the penalties were embarassing to both accused and accuser.

Cap strutted down the grimy muave connecting tunnel to the galley and found Chief Engineering Shaman Darwin Soskn smoking reefer next to the puddings. Jesus, another flop. "Uh, Dar Dar... would you be a love and smell the cosines? I think we have echidnas again".

She was talking about an infestation of the spiny little buggers that went critical a week out of Zarex 5. The feces were incredible. They'd gotten to the engines, and all that heated poop permanently scarred the ventilation systems. No one was happy about that.

There was also a strange noise coming from the pressure synthmatrix. Ghalextri was working on that while the remaining officer corps went up to the bowling alley to carouse and bowl. Spooky crickets were carefully inserted into the mechanism until the vibrations stopped. No time to fret about the parrots now.